Posts Tagged ‘rain’

“Good morning and I hope it stops raining” said in a croaky voice, is the one non-musical quote I remember from ‘Woodstock’.

This is the third morning we’ve woken to persistent rain.  I’m grateful we haven’t had the heavy floods that have struck Auckland.  I regularly check to see out gutter’s flowing freely.  It often gets clogged, and I remove the debris, but it’s been fine this week.

In Canterbury the rain is very welcome for gardens and farms, and will surely have put an end to any Port Hills hotspots.  It’s all linked to global warming and our new normal.

The other quote I always think of when it’s raining is a poem I learned in French class:

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui penetre mon coeur?”

I wonder how many former EGGS students are reminded of this when it rains.

Strangely fine weather doesn’t bring any quotations to the surface.

“”Rain always brings this poem to mind
where sunshine just brings joy, I find.”

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Yesterday morning there was strong wind.  Later the rain came, and stayed!  It rained continuously for 36 hours, and the city’s damaged infrastructure simply couldn’t cope.  The Avon and Heathcote Rivers both overflowed and many streets and houses have been flooded.

For various reasons Stephen dropped me in Cambridge Terrace near the Worcester Street Bridge this morning.  I thought I’d be fine to walk the few blocks from there to work, but it wasn’t quite that easy.

Avon River between Worcester and Gloucester Streets.

Avon River between Worcester and Gloucester Streets.

Cambridge Terrace and the riverbank were flooded, so I crossed the Worcester Street Bridge, only to find that the other end of that was flooded too.  My only option was to climb along the brick fence, but then I was faced with a deep pool that I had to wade across.  Some people were taking off shoes and socks, but I had ankle boots and an umbrella to manage, so I simply rolled up my trousers and waded through to where I could climb onto a low brick wall and walk along it.

This lake is actually the grassy area beside the Scott statue.

This lake is actually the grassy area beside the Scott statue.

The rest of the way to work was wet, but manageable.  I put a heater on to dry my boots and socks, and the internet and phones went off.  Apparently three bars of the heater was too much for the power board.  Luckily it was easily reset, I confined myself to one bar of the heater, and padded around in bare feet for a few hours until my footwear dried out.

By home time the rain had stopped and much of the flooding had subsided.  We are lucky that our cottage is on higher ground.  Some neighbouring streets had been impassable because of water.   In other areas hundreds of houses have been flooded.  Many of these are the homes of people still awaiting earthquake repairs and fighting with insurance companies.  Having to make yet another claim will surely be too much for some.  This week’s flooding is apparently a one in a hundred years event, and I wonder how long it will be till next time.

“The rain came down, and down, and down
and water surged all over town.”

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From the car park the gathering storm clouds looked spectacular so I snapped a photo.

Storm clouds hovering

By the time we came out again the rain was pelting down.

“I guessed there soon might be a storm
when these dark clouds began to form.”

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Day of Domesticity

On this dreary, drizzly Sunday I have:

  • lingered in bed with a good book
  • enjoyed a leisurely cooked breakfast
  • ventured out to pick a bunch of sodden snowdrops

Snowdrops from my wintry garden

  • played Wordscraper (online scrabble)
  • joined Plinky.com
  • baked a fruit cake
  • Fruit cake

  • written to an old friend
  • done the ironing
  • darned socks
  • Sock-darning equipment

  • written a letter to the Editor

Now it’s time to sit doown with a cup of tea and look forward to tonight’s episode of “Dr Who”

“A rainy day gives time to pause
and catch up on those inside chores.”

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